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The Closure
Breaking up;
Subtle,
Like a brick through a window.
Painless;
As salt in a wound….a rapier though the heart.
To die is easy,
To end is death…..Silence is golden on baited breath.
Sorrow is forgotten tomorrow,
time stands still till then.
The rooster crows no more.
The
curtain
descends…..for a proper closure,
but not an untimely end.
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